I was super early and I hated being early to work because I usually had to answer the phones until one of the secretaries showed up. I despised having to be polite and cheery so early in the morning.
I'd been up for hours the night before, heavy thoughts keeping from getting any sleep. I was wide awake when my alarm went off. I hit the off button and sat up in bed. I threw off my covers like I wished I could throw thoughts of what's his name from my mind. Ever since I'd laid eyes on him a few weeks ago my internal balance had been thrown completely off.
As I got out of my car I checked my watch once again, as if I expected the time to have moved along at super speed in the last five minutes. Opening the heavy glass door to the front of the building I worked in I walked into the air conditioned place sighing heavily, and probably a little dramatically. I decided with little deliberation to take the long way through the corridor and around towards the elevators on the opposite side of the building. Yeah that should eat up maybe five more minutes, at the most.
Just as I was about to slide into one of the back elevators my eyes widened on the male that I saw coming down the hall towards me. Unfuckingbelievable! He looked like a million bucks in his black on black Jay Kos suit and tie that would look redundant on a lesser male, but that on him screamed fuck me now.
I didn't need to stick around and look into his eyes for the picture to be complete. I already knew only too well that his eyes were more silver than grey and were wholly predatory. It was; after all, his eyes that had enraptured me in the first place, all those years ago.
Today, however, I was in no position to be having thoughts about him and I also had no intention of stopping to engage him in one of even the shortest conversations on Earth. I was only too happy as the elevator began to close with me on the inside saving me from having to look at him further.
The silver eyed predator, or Dorian as he is sometimes called, had his way with just about everything though. Just before the doors could fully close his Martian Braun covered wrist slid through the narrowing space reopening the doors so that he could step inside with me, the two of us alone. I quickly moved over to the furthest corner of the elevator, away from him.
His response was to smile at me. His smile was devastating even as it was more of a smirk than anything. I fumed, wanting to just throw something at him. I absolutely hated this bastard. At least that's what I told myself as I turned away from him while he pushed the button to his floor.
"Which floor?" he asked me. His voice was rough, commanding.
I could barely get it out with my teeth clamped shut but I managed to tell him. My only other option would have been to walk past him to hit the button myself.
His cologne already filled the air in the now too tiny box making it hard for me to breathe. I tried holding my breath rather than acknowledging the effect that it was having on me. There was no way I was moving closer to him. I asked myself why the fuck he always had to smell so damn sexy. And how could anyone smell sexy? I exhaled figuring my brain needing oxygen was the reason for my crazy and highly inappropriate thoughts.
Dorian, as opposed to me, seemed calm, even sane this morning, but with Dorian you could never really tell. Before I could even finish the thought I was having he had pinned me up against the back wall of the elevator rubbing his hard dick up against me through his slacks.
His mouth was a breath away from my own.
"When I got onto the elevator and sat my briefcase down, our hands touched and you snatched yours away" he accused me.
"So what" I asserted. As a matter of fact that was nothing less than self preservation, I added mentally.
He'd already been holding my hands captive above my head but after I made this response to him he tightened his grip.
"So I can't touch you anymore?" he demanded.
His voice resonated with resentment.
The ring on my left hand should have affirmed that the answer was no anyway, but he wasn't paying attention to anything except how his fingers were stroking my nipples through my top, making me light headed with arousal.
"I'm married" I hissed, angry at the sparks a simple touch from him invoked in me, although it wasn't like he didn't know this already.
"You need to stop" I expressed adamantly to him, but maybe unconvincingly judging by the wetness already dampening my panties and the breathlessness of my voice.
"Oh I beg to differ" he growled. He let go of me and walked over to hit the emergency stop button. The elevator jerked to a sudden halt.
"Are you crazy?" I yelled at him.
He recoiled in a mocking manner and then grinning asked me, "Why do I look it?"
The smug grin on his face had me wanting to slap it right off.
I wasn't at all surprised when he then came toward me, dropped to his knees, and lifted my skirt in an effort to bury his tongue in my pussy. He had always been a complete an untamed animal.
I kept his mouth away from my body by gripping his hair and pulling backwards so hard I knew that it had to be painful to him.
"Either you let go or this skirt is coming off ripped in pieces he", threatened me.
Would he do it, rip my skirt in an elevator where we both worked? Without a doubt! I knew from experience that he was entirely capable of this and more. I prayed that the guys who monitored the security cameras wouldn't recognize my face as I loosened my hold on his hair.
He yanked my drenched panties to the side and slid his tongue up the length of my pussy. I felt both guilt and a sweeping recollection of times past. A familiar red hot burn spread through me consuming all of the other competing emotions.
The way he latched onto my sex was so violent and at the same time very very erotic. I wanted this; maybe even needed it and he knew it, as he knew me. He knew exactly how to lick, where, and how much pressure to apply, for how long. It was all I could do to not lay back and spread myself further open for him.
I came in no time at all with one of my hands buried in his thick black hair while the other was busy molding his hand to my thigh in an effort to not allow him to pull my panties completely off. If I allowed him that far he'd fuck me right where I stood. I couldn't let that happen.
His mouth continued to French kiss my pussy until I was almost too weak to remain standing.
When he had finally had enough of me he got up and ran his fingers through his hair, then he straightened his suit and licked his lips like he wanted to get every bit of my essence down his throat.
After which he waited while I struggled to pull myself together. I nodded at him when I was done. He went over and hit the emergency stop button so that the elevator resumed its ascent. This was Dorian; the way he operated, the way he'd trained my responses to him so long ago.
With the elevator now moving closer to my floor, regret washed through me.
Dorian stood next to me as if nothing had happened between us. Without even looking at me to know if it was there he intimated that I should wipe the guilt stricken display off my face if I didn't want my co-workers to see it. His ever commanding voice helped me to do just that. I forced myself to not think of anything, nothing at all.
Once I got off at my stop leaving him on the elevator alone, I could finally breathe. I hurried straight down the hall to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in while cleaning up and berating myself for being so damn weak.
